Lunch in the Hills

Myself, Kate and a friend of hers, Jodee went for a proper girly lunch in the hills close to Melbourne yesterday. It was like being in a time warp. This tiny little village was out of the 1950s. We had lunch in an old converted church, surrounded by antiques. The service alone was a novel experience. Two elderly women and an elderly man - slowly pottering about the place taking people's orders. The man wouldn't give me a coffee and only wanted to sell us scotch. Eventually I settled for water (it was only 12 noon). Along side the antiques they had a singing deer hanging from the wall and dancing santa dressed as a monk... but they did have a very pretty rose garden.